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To whoever will find this note I left,  'Tis certain I am dead and not so quick.  Be still, and sit inside your cleft,    As I read to you my fable thick.  So hearken! For here begins my tale. 
Some wanted to be old While others wanted to be young But he just wanted to be bold   She insulted him, with her sharp tongue He was shy and wanted to cry
I’m wrapped up tight within my sheets Behind my curtains blows a gust Up and down the lonely streets   Calm my heart, this I must As the shadows find me still In gentle dreams can I trust?  
The rain drops fall, caressing her face The tight curls of her hair unwinding Her eyes look down, words lost in space   Her hands cross slowly, searching, finding A small bit of solace in each other
Scarred lungs and earth-beaten legs A girl - now a woman - inelegantly runs Her head hung low, to God she begs
The streets, they change, in times after the rain.The puddles mirror reflections misalignedAs crowds of passerby look on in vain.  And dangling laces may trail behind.While water penetrates a tired pairRetired thoughts resurface in the mind. Crowd
On her birthday a small girl gets A tiny blank book with flowered cover And starts to write lyrics to her regrets.    A medium girl rediscovers A composition book with slight blue lines
Preparing for my future, heading off to school Preparing to hold mountains of debt, You say, “This girl, she must be a fool”   But am I still going to take it? You bet Because education is the road to success
The weight of the world rests on his lids. Why is this the path he chose? His mouth opens, but his brain forbids.   Muscles start to decompose. Blood swiftly fills his lung,
Their blank eyes pass right over me Absorbed in their own little lives I'm invisible to them you see And looking on with empty eyes Their thoughts they all direct inside Except when judgment cuts like knives
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